.Foulest ... Beneath the Churning tide
Feeding... Upon this waste of light,
This sore of mass consumption
Lies within this, treachorist,
This Undevine, conceived of hate by
Whores and slaves, in dying pain
From within this seething comes
The empty threat of the besieged
I.
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